The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 10G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 17
... Heavens , that I were a lord ! Tim . What would'st do then , Apemantus ? Apem . Even as Apemantus does now , hate a lord with my heart . Tim . What , thyself ? Apem . Ay . Tim . Wherefore ? Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord 14 ...
... Heavens , that I were a lord ! Tim . What would'st do then , Apemantus ? Apem . Even as Apemantus does now , hate a lord with my heart . Tim . What , thyself ? Apem . Ay . Tim . Wherefore ? Apem . That I had no angry wit to be a lord 14 ...
Pagina 30
... . Thou'lt not hear me now , -thou shalt not then , I'll lock Thy heaven from thee . O , that men's ear should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The Same . A Room 30 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... . Thou'lt not hear me now , -thou shalt not then , I'll lock Thy heaven from thee . O , that men's ear should be To counsel deaf , but not to flattery ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. The Same . A Room 30 TIMON OF ATHENS .
Pagina 39
... Heavens , have I said , the bounty of this lord ! How many prodigal bits have slaves , and peasants , This night englutted ! Who is not Timon's ? What heart , head , sword , force , means , but is lord Timon's ? Great Timon , noble ...
... Heavens , have I said , the bounty of this lord ! How many prodigal bits have slaves , and peasants , This night englutted ! Who is not Timon's ? What heart , head , sword , force , means , but is lord Timon's ? Great Timon , noble ...
Pagina 70
... . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this , will make black , white ; foul , fair ; Wrong , right ; base , noble ; old , young ; coward , valiant . Drawn by Thursten , SHAKSPEARE TIMON Engraved by Rambach . 70 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this , will make black , white ; foul , fair ; Wrong , right ; base , noble ; old , young ; coward , valiant . Drawn by Thursten , SHAKSPEARE TIMON Engraved by Rambach . 70 TIMON OF ATHENS .
Pagina 75
... heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr . and Tym . Give us some gold , good Timon : Hast thou more ? Tim . Enough to make a whore forswear her trade , And to make whores , a bawd . Hold up , you sluts , Your aprons mountant : You are not ...
... heaven's curse upon thee ! Phr . and Tym . Give us some gold , good Timon : Hast thou more ? Tim . Enough to make a whore forswear her trade , And to make whores , a bawd . Hold up , you sluts , Your aprons mountant : You are not ...
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Aaron Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Apem Apemantus Athens Bassianus Bawd blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon daughter dead death deed DEMETRIUS Dionyza dost thou doth emperor empress Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feast Fish Flav fool fortune friends give gods gold Goths Gower grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honest honour JOHNSON king knight lady Lavinia live look lord Timon lordship Lucius Lucullus Lychorida Lysimachus Marcus Marina mistress Mitylene musick ne'er never noble Pain Pentapolis Pericles Phrynia Poet pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen revenge Rome Rome's Saturninus SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Simonides sons sorrow speak STEEVENS sweet Tamora tears tell Thai Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thou art thou hast thyself TIMON OF ATHENS TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue tribune Tyre unto villain weep would'st
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Pagina 71 - Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair, Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant. Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed, Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves And give them title, knee and approbation With senators on the bench...
Pagina 87 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing's a thief ; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Pagina 101 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.